Dragon Storm
times, to be precise.
    At least the hot and cold running water didn’t seem to faze them, although they were impressed that she had that kind of magic in such a small home. She didn’t even begin to know what questions to ask to make their world become clearer in her mind. She supposed given time, they’d come to an understanding.
    One thing that couldn’t wait much longer was their beast halves. She wasn’t sure she bought their claims about being dragons, although Darius’s imperviousness to the burning heat of the cast-iron skillet was hard to explain any other way.
    They ate breakfast, and the men impressed her with how much food they managed to eat between the two of them. She knew shifters ate a lot, but she was only half shifter and wasn’t quite up to their weight.
    “Do you feel up to a run this morning?” she asked as she finished her last slice of toast.
    “Run?” Connor seemed surprised by the question.
    “My snowcat likes to run every other day or so. Living here makes it easy to blend in and as long as there are no hunters in the area, it’s relatively safe. Are you up for it?”
    “Dragons aren’t much for running,” Connor replied with a serious mien. “But we’d be glad to fly anywhere you would like to go.”
    Josie sat back and thought about it. Even if their dragon forms were only as big as their human size, they’d be bigger than any bird. If someone should see them—especially some weekend warrior with a camera ¾ well, it didn’t bear thinking about.
    “Do you have to fly every few days, or can you go longer without shifting?”
    Connor looked at Darius, and they both seemed surprised by her question.
    “We don’t really know,” Darius finally answered with a bit of puzzled dismay.
    “What he means to say is, we’ve never really had an issue with it. We can be in either of our forms for however long is necessary.”
    “Really?” Josie was intrigued. “Out of necessity, shifters spend most of their time in human form. To stay too long in our beast forms invites the beast half to take over completely. While it can be a means of getting away from the troubles of our human selves, staying in animal form too long isn’t encouraged. At the same time, we need to let the predator run, to ensure the happiness of our inner beast. At least, that’s what my grandfather taught me.”
    “Well, if your cat must run, it must run.” Darius pushed his plate away and stood. Connor followed suit.
    She hadn’t meant to run at that very moment, but she was curious about their beast form. She wanted to see it. Seeing, as they said, was believing. It would be hard for her to buy the dragon thing fully until she got a good look at them in that form.
    Of course, they also said curiosity killed the cat. She didn’t want to dwell on that little pearl of wisdom. These men were her mates, amazing as that seemed. She needed to know what manner of creature shared their souls, and there was no time like the present to embark on that particular voyage of discovery.
    “All right. We can leave the dishes ’til later.” She stood and headed for the door, the men following close behind.
    Josie paused in the clearing in front of her small house. Normally, she would head into the woods before shifting form, just in case anyone was in the area and might happen to see her. Today, however, she wanted ample room to see what form her new mates would take when they shifted.
    “Why don’t you guys go first? I’ve never seen a dragon shifter before.”
    The twins looked at each other, sharing a sort of shrugging, raised-eyebrow expression that she couldn’t quite decipher. She imagined they were curious about her cat. She was doubly so about their claim of being dragons.
    A part of her seriously doubted they’d be able to pull it off. Some dark part of her psyche fully expected their lie to be exposed.
    And how wrong that part was.
    A black fog-like shimmer surrounded first Darius, then Connor and a split

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